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Jinshi is not fucking around. In one episode alone, he scares someone so badly she poisons herself:


And the next woman he interrogates pisses herself in fear:


#this is what 10 days with a missing maomao does to a mf#the apothecary diaries#kusuriya no hitorigoto#jinshi#maomao#jinmao#knh#loulan#gaoshun#shenlĂź#ik loulanâs lady in waiting was gonna piss her pants bc thatâs what happens in the light novel#but i wasnât sure if theyâd include it in the anime adaptation#it sure does emphasize how intimidating jinshi is when heâs afraid of losing maomao#neo queen serenityâs posts#jinshi apothecary diaries#apothecary diaries jinshi#apothecary diaries spoilers#knh spoilers#apothecary diaries#maomao apothecary diaries#apothecary diaries maomao#the late emperor#knh season 2#apothecary diaries season 2
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Dude they were left..... for dead..... 8===D
#// scopophobia#cheez rambles#my art#fanart#fandom character#rochelle l4d2#coach l4d2#nick l4d2#ellis l4d2#left 4 dead#// they weren't kidding- valve can sure character#// been playing a fuckton of campaigns lately so it felt appropriate#// visions of this plagued me for days so there u go#left 4 dead 2
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Theyâre out of time (cancelled)
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#rottmnt#out of touch turts day#leonardo hamato#donatello hamato#raphael hamato#michaelangelo hamato#april o'neil#casey jones#cassandra jones#hamato yoshi#master splinter#Lou jitsu#oh no the anime process! no body stopped it theyâre evolved even more into anime creachers#PLEASE SOMEONE HELP THEM BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE#I started this back when I was doing the 2007 one and Iâm so glad I got up to the line art finished because I had no time for art this week#but my friend said this has been the one she was most looking forward too and she deserves a win this week so I got up early HERE THEY BE#she hasnât seen the movie yet and asked who was infront of Leo and I said a surprise xxx#weâre halfway through season 2 weâll finish rise soon im sure cx#I didnât study the style for colouring as much on this so I hope it is okay#BUT I have learnt that less shading with angular lines can be fun and just as effective#ralh isnât as tall and I remembered him being but Iâm pretty sure I got the proportions right? hmm#âŚ..just got deja vu when uploading thisâŚ.
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sorry u had to find out this way girl
#fire emblem#fe13#fe shitpost#fe lucina#fe owain#fe severa#fe inigo#awakening trio#sorry guys ive been on a poly awakening trio high lately#its sososodoififof good#even if i lean more towards like qpr but im not sure how cool we all are w that oneâŚ..#either way they all share a bed at the end of the day#lucina can unfortunately not be part of this bc 1) owain is there and 2) she does not come to nohr! sorry queen#this is where i insert my propaganda for gerolucirentâ#another time maybe
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i will never understand how the boys' sleep schedules work because its pretty much explicitly stated that they really only leave the lair exclusively at night because its safer, but also in episodes like the purple jacket its also implied they have regular sleep schedules instead of being nocturnal? do they just like ... need less sleep than the average human being. is it a super soldier thing ? help
#personal#i suppose there is the possibility that they normally just wake up much later in the day#like 2-3 pm or so. so theyre pretty active at night and go to bed late?#but im not sure how much that tracks with what's established#its probably just cartoon logic and im overthinking it LOL
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Babysitting Shenanigans Part 1: Piston goes to Shockwave's house. They have an okay(ish) time!
Bonus:
#pt 2 will feature Hot Rod!#transformers#breakbee fanchild#maccadam#soundwave#rumble#frenzy#laserbeak#ravage#transformer oc#tf piston#okay im really having fun with this now but why did i draw Soundwave 3 times#i have a list of comics i want to draw i have all day at work to workshop them inspo was Look at All These Chickens#idk anything about rumble or frenzy but this feels right#also i didnt know that i had all these dynamic poses in me shout out to that post where its like Transformers are just shapes! they sure ar#piston is a 1971 corvette!!!!!!#by the way i came up with a name for my unnamed AU that is earthspark adjacent#im calling it The Last Mile Marker bc I was going to go with Lonesome Road but that's a Fallout DLC and id never hear the end of it#Piston doesnt appear until WAY LATE in the game#The Last Mile Marker AU
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What I love so much about "No Longer You" is the amount of foreshadowing, and how much this song and this knowledge seals the fates of the characters.
I am willing to bet that Odysseus knowing that one of his men, one of his "brothers," ends up betraying him causes him to distrust them all and rule with ruthlessness, which leads to more deaths and to Eurylochus finally having enough and, inevitably, betraying Odysseus.
I'm also sure that Odysseus latches onto the fact he gets home and does reckless and risky things along the way, because hey, the prophet said he makes it home. Never mind that he also says he dies
#self-fulfilling prophecies make me foam at the mouth they really do#not sure if this is coherent its so late here and i had such a long day#will try to gather my thoughts in the morning#epic the musical#the underworld saga#im so excited for the whole fallout with odysseus and eurylochus i have ever since he posted a video of them fighting on the beach#gosh... like 2 years ago?? that cant be right#about a year and a half thats nuts
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buried deep, these memories
Chapter 6: as though you never existed in the first place
Turning to face Duke more fully, Jason asked, âHold on, is this about you being a meta?â Dukeâs hands fell to his sides, swinging once, twice, before stopping stiff against his hips. âMan, I canât hold a candle to Tim in sparring. Even after over two years I donât last ten seconds if heâs not holding back. I donât know, I justâ I love what I have, what I can do, donât get me wrong, but sometimesâ I guess sometimes I forget when Iâm standing next to Tim or Cass or you, and I get too caught up in what I canât do. I know it ainât healthy to think that way, but you guys are all so great without any powers, and heââ He glanced up at the photo on the wall. âWell, he was the best.â âââ It's been four years since the family lowered Dick's coffin into the ground, and Jason finally feels like heâs settling into his new job with the BAU. That is, until two people part of an illusive group called âSpyralâ arrive in custody. aka. Jason works for the BAU and Dick hasn't come back from Spyral.
Can't believe chapters 4-6 were originally meant to be all one chapter... Which means this is technically: For @criminalmindsxdc's CMxDC Week 2025 Day 7 PART TWO: "Life is a hell of a thing to happen to a person."
Rating: Teen Words: 27.4k, 6/12 Relationships: Jason Todd & Dick Grayson, Jason Todd & BAU Members, Jason Todd & Emily Prentiss, Jason Todd & Tim Drake, Jason Todd & Duke Thomas Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, David Rossi, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, Original Male Character(s), Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne (Mentioned), Paris Pantoja, Duke Thomas, Barbara Gordon (Mentioned)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62983582/chapters/165779947
#it's so incredibly late that i'm not even sure i should be tagging the account anymore#and i still have plans for days 2 and 5 but they might not be written/posted for another month... maybe more.#these chapters keep ending up thrice their intended length.#criminal minds x dc#cmxdc2025#day 7#âlife is a hell of a thing to happen to a person.â#jason todd#dick grayson#emily prentiss#derek morgan#david rossi#jennifer jj jareau#spencer reid#aaron hotchner#penelope garcia#tim drake#duke thomas#barbara gordon#bruce wayne#paris pantoja#this is one of two fics with that character tag apparently#criminal minds#dc#batman#grayson comics#spyral#agent 37#forgetmesunflower fic#my fic
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This is time to be stronger.
#nct dream#lee jeno#jeno#nct#nctinc#nctzenart#*ambiv.art#itsnctsworld#useroro#meltracks#melontrack#hibiebear#raylook#megtag#<- literally only tagging meg bc it's a hockey concept#1.5 years late finally redrew this ! can u believe i've been meaning to since the day i posted the previous version#not sure if i need a new brush i am not completely satisfied with my current ones anymore :') but at least im getting stronger!!!#and faster!!! this one was ~2 hours :) i wasnt gonna draw tn but i had to do this to remind myself that#i do improve slowly over time.. and that i shouldnt colorpick my colors anymore đŠ and so today i finally didnt ! đ character growth
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THERE SHE IS !! OUR LITTLE EMO BUNNY GF !!
#xdinary heroes#junhan#han hyeongjun#sure you could argue for the other days but i will disagree#day 2 and 3 generally pissed me off and day 1 was on thin ice#incredibly smart concept or not#THIS is the little bunny i've been missing so badly#and these photos are so pretty#i've been having a really very awful time lately so this has been lovely#don't you just love when he smiles like a stingray#heals all wounds i think#original post linked in the source !!
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in absence of a reunion noel interview i'm going back to revisit the great gallagher thaw of late 2014/early 2015 to try to make some sense outta these strange reunion times we are in now.
i've been really curious about this time period for awhile and stockpiling posts with the intention of assembling them in some kind of chronological order. still not quite sure what i'm looking at but it's a bit like find the edge pieces of a puzzle and snapping them together for a frame. you can get a vague idea while understanding much of the pieces are missing to complete the picture. most notably noel is giving interviews at this time while liam is mostly out of the public eye entirely.
assembled them in the queue and looking at them in order now and getting a bit choked up by what we have. even factoring in the normal album press cycle, noel's interviews have noticeable outlier moments during this time. charting his uncharacteristically relaxed calm fondness to emotionally raw moments when mentioning liam, it does look like any attempt at a truce all goes south within a months time (mid february to mid march 2015). coincidence itâs when dead in the water is written and the chasing yesterday is released? of course itâs not lost on me it also is at a period of nostalgia with the 20th anniversaries of their first two albums and part of the buzz about a reunion driven by stone roses reunion. but in the course of the entire feud it sticks out as different. and suggests noel was more invested in a reconciliation than heâd ever be willing to admit.
queuing them up now. when they're done posting i'll link them to the chronological list below to access them easily.
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2014/2015 gallagher timeline
2014 28 february: beady eye cancels coachella gig, manager splits
11 may: liam runs into noel (man city wins the league) 21 october: "we're on good terms." (video) 25 october: "beady eye are no longer." ?? october: "don't give up"
17 november: in the heat of the moment released (do the damage bside) 31 december: "i think liam should make a solo record"
2015 12 january: ballad of the mighty i released (revolution song bside) 4 february: "iâd write him a few songs. i've got a few songs lying around that he'd be good at singing." (also takes a dig at beady eye) 20 february: "[liam] sends me cheeky texts from time to time." (interview) 25 february: "we're alright. i'm a bit concerned that he's starting to grow facial hair....family is family, you don't have to patch it up do you?âŚblood is thicker than mud." (interview) 26 february: dead in the water writing 28 february: recording dead in the water live at RTĂ 2FM radio studios in dublin (after dying of the light which airs 2 march with a live interview)
2 march: chasing yesterday released 14 march: "keeping it in the family" lg tweet with nghfb pass 21 march: "you're already ruining my day talking about him" 24 march: "liam is a very angry man still and as long as he's angry we won't be friends i'm afraid" 2(?) may: "can't be arsed" + lg tweet goad 7-11 may: "busted" lg tweet (in response to AA interview)
11 may: riverman released (leave my guitar alone bside)
26 july: liam playing bold in a pub (video)
28 august: lock all the doors single (hereâs a candle for your birthday cake bside)
21 september: noel wishing liam a happy birthday 5(?) december: "and maybe one day you know we will get back together" (video)
#oasis#gallagher brothers#timeline#gallagher feud#2014 thaw#2015#song origins#dead in the water#did this all outta curiousity about dead in the water writing#since itâs the rare song we have an exact date for#still not sure it answers where that song came from too many unknowns but context is context is context#also possibly related but dont have time to get into all that: weller threatened to break noels legs if he reunites oasis (may 25 2015)#(date of article he admits to the rumor so probably before that)#(same with most interviews linked the dates are of articles as posted but interviews likely days or weeks before#should add liamâs got two ongoing court cases at this time his second divorce and the child support one heâs avoiding as late as march 2#which definitely could have fed into all of this
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#TKO_art 25#got so angry then spiral'd into an existential crisis#still in that crisis but if i don't think about it then i wont think about how nothing matters oh god its 2 late#at first it was a random angry side profile and then it turned into wuxia beatrice#which i'm not sure if that's a good thing or not and i think this looks too cringe so i'm not gonna look at this anymore#i just wanted to draw bea with an undercut#this reminded me of the time i actually wanted to draw beatrice in that wuxia style at the very beginning of my art journey#core memory unlocked#anyway i'll probably revist this sometime later#again bc their clothing is nice#i'm kinda annoyed because i didn't look up any refs for this and this looks pretty much like beatrice and i know when i go to work on#[redacted] it's gonna be a fucking pain#but also lets not discredit the fact that i was looking at beatrice refs for 3 hours before a small break and then this#sometimes i forget how much i love art#my existential crisis was making me doubt if doing art really is worth anything while i was sketching angrily#and really it was just me falling down a pit of oh this is what my next days will look like working on art to just be disappointed by the#end result that i forgot that it's a journey thing but most importantly u have to trust the process#but i also forgot making art is a slower type of gratification + serotonnin#i guess the thing is i'm waiting for the shoe to drop: burnout stage of art#where i do not want to touch art for years#and it's kinda because i push myself to do art like i'm going to die very soon that i'm worried about it#but also at the same time hmmmm idk bc seeing art is just so inspiring and makes me jealous that i kickstart myself into doing it#what are we talking about anyway blah blah blah
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Title:Â Soloveiko has landed.
Pairing:Â Maks/Vova
Word Count:Â 1600
Chapter:Â 2
Something pushes him forward without him thinking about it - a driving need, one hand pressed against the flat of the door, his heart pounding somewhere outside his chest.
Maksym knows exactly what he will find, who he will find - but the nerves still linger, questions drifting around his head. What if itâs all different somehow? What if those two weeks of absence have stretched on, endless - magnifying into something different until he is no longer in lockstep with Vova, instead just ever so slightly behind? He couldnât bear it; to not know, to be outside of it all, to be locked away from him. He takes a breath in and pushes the door open, stepping over the threshold and letting the heavy wooden door thunk shut softly behind him. Itâs a familiar room, one heâs spent hours in over the last two years - teaching self-defence as the dark hours of the night slip by unremarked upon.
Heâs spent more time than he cares to think about offering out a hand to pull Volodymyr to his feet, his skin slick with sweat, waiting for those dark eyes on him, a nod before they go again; all the anger that drains away with each blow until heâs too tired to fight much more. He thinks about those moments often; after all the anger, all the rage that drives Volodymyr has gone, leaving just his softness as he leans against Maksymâs shoulder, too tired to move, his voice a low, scratched hum.
Maksym knows, in all that silence, is everything that Volodymyr would never let anyone else see. His anger, righteous and raw - but all his hurt too, reflected back at him in bleeding knuckles, burning muscles, purple-black bruises that take a little too long to fade. He'd never let anyone else see the quiet abyss that engulfs him when he's too drained to do anything but sit in silence, too weary to talk. Maksym takes these particular moments and stores them away, knowing that to be trusted so much is the best treasure he could ever be gifted, especially from a man who gives so much of himself to others. This tiny shard that is his, and his alone, even if comes bracketed by pain, it is not to be shared by anyone else.
Toeing off his boots by the door, his every movement is utterly noiseless, a stealthiness honed to its finest point through years of training. Sometimes, Vova asks with a laugh where he learned all this, and heâs never quite said - the moment never quite right. He takes a breath in, and all the nerves, the worry from before; it flickers, sparks again. He steps forward, grasping and then finding a specific kind of ease in this space, something that has been missing for the last fortnight. He knows this place, this building, every nook and cranny, every corner. He knows where an assassin might choose to hide, he knows how they would try to gain entrance. He knows where he needs to take Vova if it ever comes to that, a path that his mind only ventures down when night crawls in and his heart feels too large in his ribcage.
Maksym knows the man inside this room, the one around whom they all revolve, but he especially, on whom everything depends - the freedom of the free world, the continuation of their beloved Ukraine. Itâs a weight he carries with grace, that leaves Maksym speechless often, even awestruck occasionally - a steady, quiet balancing act, a burden that he knows would break anyone else.Â
His eyes find Volodymyr at the opposite side of the gym, locked in one sided combat with a punching bag as it swings from the ceiling, the chain clanking in a morose fashion as the noise echoes. The lights are dim - hardly there, softer somehow than the harsh, grim fluorescents of the situation room or the wide windows of his office where the light streams in without pause, drawing shadows onto his face. Maks watches in silence for a while; struck by just how singular Volodymyrâs focus is, the set of his jaw is something that looks like anger, that rage that comes to the surface, swallowed down during the day. He is utterly unaware of his surroundings, focused instead on his driving anger, his relentless drive forward, unthinking of anything else; his whole world narrowed to the impact of bare knuckles against the target; again and again.
Maksym watches and he needs to know, almost desperately now - he needs to know that Volodymyr knows what to do if he is not there - what to do with all that anger, all that singular focus. The thought shudders inside his brain, filling him with a sudden, specific dread, cold and awful. He needs to know that Volodymyr knows what to do if there would ever be someone there to harm him, someone who would not think twice about causing him pain, about ripping his light from the world and leaving them all in darkness.
He moves until he is at Volodymyrâs back, then at his shoulder, still unknown, unrecognised in the dark. He longs for the other man to turn around, for that spell to break and a spark of recognition to bloom, just for a second - but it doesnât. Maksym reaches forward, hooking an arm around Volodymyr's chest, a hand pressed over his mouth.
The world falls away, the concrete walls around them dissolving, the dim soft lighting fading out into something unspecific, intransient. None of it matters. Everything has narrowed to a few points, the thrum of a pulse, the press of a hand. It feels like an age - an epoch passes with Volodymyr pressed against him; unmoving, utterly frozen. He is close enough that Maksym hears, feels even the hitch of his breath, the shift that occurs in his stance, everything in him ready and willing to fight. That change alone eases a specific ache within Maksymâs chest. He does not let up, one hand still over Volodymyrâs mouth, the grip on him fierce; just enough for fight-or-flight.
And itâs Vova. Of course, of course itâs fight.
It always has been; from the very beginning.
Always will be; until the end.
Theyâve learned this together, a macabre dance, and it loosens the tension inside of Maksymâs chest as Vovaâs elbow connects just where itâs meant to, against his ribs; the power behind it is enough to take his breath away for a second, knowing it will leave a red mark beneath his shirt that will slowly blossom into a bruise. Volodymyr finds the same point again, lands another blow; twisting to get himself free of Maksâ grip, using every trick he knows.
âCoward.â
Vovaâs voice is a snarl, something guttural, bitter in it and even though Maks knows it isnât directed at him; itâs far too dark for Vova to see his face, it lodges inside his heart like a barb, twisting until it bleeds. The insult is directed instead at his unknown attacker who had come at him in the dark, from behind. As Vova finally gets free, Maksym barely avoids another punch, the fierce drive of it no less startling for all his knowledge of his President and how he fights. He concentrates, parries the blows, still not easy despite knowing instinctively where the next one will come from. He was the one to tell Volodymyr what would work best, where he needed to aim, to go for - where would give him the best chance of victory, and if not victory at least then escape; time, a grasped moment or two that might give him the chance to find a weapon, to get the upper hand.
Not this time.
They fight in near silence, away from the light, the only sound is their harsh, uneven breathing, just out of sync with one another.He knows which side Vova favours, and Maksym sidesteps him swiftly, pivoting behind. He hooks one leg around Vovaâs knee and moves sharply for the side he knows is his weakest.Â
It sends Vova slamming into the mat with enough force to rip the breath from his lungs and there is barely a secondâs pause before Maks grips him by the shoulders, pressing him into the mat, his grip hard enough to leave a mark. Vova's hands shoot up instantly, fingers digging hard into his biceps, his face taken over with a snarl of rage - the grace of it all gone now, moving to push back already - refusing to surrender. With his knees either side of Volodymyrâs thighs, his whole weight bearing down on the smaller man, Maksym is suddenly brought up short, in a way he hadnât expected or ever anticipated. He is suddenly very aware of the fact that Volodymyr really is there, beneath him, his muscle, the broadness of his chest and the strength of his arms.
Something in Maksymâs heart quivers, glad that his face is still in shadow.
âWell done. You remembered what I taught you-â his voice is a low, rough rumble and the pressure in his grip eases - a thousand emotions flooding him, not least of all; there is pride, because of course, of course he remembered, of course he fought, of course, of course.
You will see our faces, not our backs.
âNext time, be quicker, better, sharper. Ukraine needs you.â
I need you.
In the quiet light, those gentle brown eyes look up at him. Still soft and questioning - trusting despite everything from the last few minutes, the last two years, and it feels like coming home.
â....Maks?â
#oh look what's this#the chapter I promised at the weekend that is now (checks notes) 2 days late#sorry!#hope its ok xx#harriet writes#I'm bad at fight scenes and p. sure the gym wouldn't be that dark but just...go with it mkay#Soloveiko has landed
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we make it a two-player game :)
#txt#.png#.mov#yeah. happy birthday 2 days late to the mystery twins lol#gravity falls#mabel pines#dipper pines#mystery twins#soos ramirez#wendy corduroy#weirdmageddon part two............ FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#undescribed#<- still not sure how to describe videos im sorry
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And the next woman he interrogates pisses herself in fear:âŚ(Read More)
#this is what 10 days with a missing maomao does to a mf#the apothecary diaries#kusuriya no hitorigoto#jinshi#maomao#jinmao#knh#loulan#gaoshun#shenlĂź#ik loulanâs lady in waiting was gonna piss her pants bc thatâs what happens in the light novel#but i wasnât sure if theyâd include it in the anime adaptation#it sure does emphasize how intimidating jinshi is when heâs afraid of losing maomao#neo queen serenityâs posts#jinshi apothecary diaries#apothecary diaries jinshi#apothecary diaries spoilers#knh spoilers#apothecary diaries#maomao apothecary diaries#apothecary diaries maomao#the late emperor#knh season 2#apothecary diaries season 2
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